 | Some verses (1892) |  |
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LADY JENNY
When the spring, Lady Jenny,
Comes back to the dale,
There is laughter of lovers:
What makes ye sae pale?
When the summer is merry
In highland and plain,
Ye mourn for the kiss
Ye will feel not again.
Comes back to the dale,
There is laughter of lovers:
What makes ye sae pale?
When the summer is merry
In highland and plain,
Ye mourn for the kiss
Ye will feel not again.
Ye have steeds in your stable
And knights in your ha',
But I ween ye look sad
For your love that's awa';
Ye shall pray for his coming
From year unto year;
Yours is not the sorrow
That dies with a tear.
And knights in your ha',
But I ween ye look sad
For your love that's awa';
Ye shall pray for his coming
From year unto year;
Yours is not the sorrow
That dies with a tear.
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Ye may moan, ye may weep,
Ye may rend your gowd hair,
His face, Lady Jenny,
Ye'll see never mair:
In the grass grows the flower,
In the tree croons the dove,
But the waves wash forever
The bones of your love.
Ye may rend your gowd hair,
His face, Lady Jenny,
Ye'll see never mair:
In the grass grows the flower,
In the tree croons the dove,
But the waves wash forever
The bones of your love.
| Some verses (1892) | |